I'd like to be crude, play nasty, bend the rules,
in short my dear fellow, i want to be you.
can i crawl into your single-breasted waistcoat
and your leather patent shoes?
grab the tub of hair gel and style it like you do?
may i try those tailor trousers that
slides in every crevice?
indulge in all its glory
with that manly essense?
oh, just to watch you stride, tickles me with exstacy
complexity
diversity
it's in front of me
the diary i jot in,
mirroring these rants from an
outlawed androgynous teen.
stereotyped? yes, many times before,
i'm not saying anything, let's settle the score.
i'm split between two worlds
yearning for a gender
renew this name, image, game to
bend the rules and break the law,
OCD personality traits differ from the norm
i'm half sex; that's moi, smoking in her dorm.
dont call this schizophrenia
of fashion sense and style
these are simple imperfections
that has caught my peers' eye
the transformer, the dyke, lesbian if you wish,
let me pull up my baggy jeans and keep tight-lipped
for,
these are the rants and continued complications
hence: a diary full of ache
from another androgynous teen.
